By a UTK student
Closer together and further apart. There is no progression. Only memory, trust, constant creation. Sensitivity, trying to figure out is this ok for you and is it ok for me, what do you want and what do I want, constantly changing every second. Whether that’s space or closeness. We all need closeness, right? Except sometimes we need space. Every second is progression, regression, push and pull, give and take. Do we keep trying? At what point do we give up and decide we need to be safe? I feel safe with you.. and you feel safe with me, right? But not safe with the closeness. This kind of closeness that brings up old pain. Safe with me, but not safe with the pain. I don’t want to make you feel that pain if you don’t want to. I don’t really want to feel my old pain either. Love, just closer and further pain. No rules, no expectations, just every second feeling out if this is ok. If this is what we need, to keep breathing.
By: A UTK Sophomore
So I found this chart today that displays the average penis sizes from people of different countries.
Take a look at it for yourself here, if you’d like:
The sizes range from the high end of 3 inches to the high end of 6 inches. According to the website that posted this chart, the international average is around 5.5 inches, and only 3% of men worldwide have penises larger than 8 inches.
I guess with that in mind, my question is this: why do we feel so compelled to lie about penis sizes? I don’t mean just men–we all know at least one girl who brags about her boyfriend’s ginormous cock, but statistics show she’s 99% bullshitting.
So if the average man is sporting a dick that’s somewhere between 4-6, why is it so normal for us to expect average joe to be packing an above average boner?
I wonder if this is also something that occurs with women’s bodies, too.
Do people expect women to have the hairless bubblegum pink, soft-shell taco of a vulva so often featured in porn? Do people lie about the size of their partner’s labia or clitoris?
I’ve rambled a bit here, but I guess the point I want to make is that people’s expectations of genitals seem to be rooted more in porn and fantasy than in reality, and that’s honestly pretty fucked up.
I’m ready for us to start celebrating the reality of our bodies and stop feeling ashamed of our uniqueness.
Before college and my first Sex Week, I probably only heard the word sex said in my house twice. Once when I was little and asked what sex was, and the second time when my parents ignored the first and I asked again. I never even knew what a vagina was until the fifth grade when we watched a “Your body and you” video. I never in all my 18 years of living at home heard the words vagina or penis. My parents were like many in my hometown, leaving sex education in the hands of the public school system. Sure I learned all the basics like; what a vagina is, what a penis is, and how they all work, but I never fully understood how it all worked together. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school when my best friend lost her V-card, did I realize that I still had no idea what sex really was.
Coming into college I was terrified of sex. I figured by now most people at least knew how sex worked or had had it before. Hell, by this point I had only had one boyfriend in high school. So I started to dwell on how sucky I would be at sex. What if I couldn’t please my boyfriend? What if he couldn’t please me?
All of these questions were running through my mind until the first Sex Week event I went to. I know for a fact I heard the words sex, vagina, and penis at least 20 times each. It was such a change to hear these words being tossed around like it was completely normal. Then I realized that sex IS normal. My whole view of what I thought sex was or was not changed. No longer was I scared that a man would find it weird or funny that I was still a virgin, because after Sex Week I did not/do not give a rat’s ass what he or anyone else thinks about my sex life. For the first time in my life I am comfortable with my sexual decisions and attitudes. Thanks to Sex Week I am able to feel free from the pressures of society, to think or act or do sex a certain way. I see that sex is a great thing and doesn’t need to be a “behind doors” subject.